So I got a question for you, what was the last difficult thing you did?

I mean, something that was memorably difficult. As terrible as some parts were (no matter how tragic), there’s beauty in it.

I told my wife the last thing I can remember doing something “memorably difficult” was when I wrote my product the fat burning breakfast.

It was mostly writing the original sales letter where I spilled my guts about my mom.

I remember crying some days.

You’re going to look back at some of the most difficult, painful and trying moments someday and you’re going to remember how beautiful and amazing they were. Even if painful. Even if tragic. Because life is a series of highs and lows.

The highs wouldn’t be great without the lows.

The lows are terrible, but without them, you wouldn’t be human (or appreciate the highs).

I had a friend remind me that humans are meaning making machines. When you put yourself through deep meaningful suffering, you discover a deeper part of yourself.

I think most of the time, when we’re in the thick of it, it’s not suffering. It’s just ‘stuff that’s happening.’

Or a better way to put it is that it’s a process; a meaningful process. Let’s call it meaningful suffering. Meaningful joy.